It’s cold, my nose is dry. A text woke me at five something. It was a thank you reply to a message I’ve sent sometime yesterday. Plus somebody’s birthday, which was yesterday, sends me into the past right now. Only on the screen of my PDA. I have hardly done any of the work I had planned to complete over the weekend. Have I mentioned it’s cold?
While being sick and silent I could hear amazing things. It’s not revelations, but afterall I do inhabit an apartment in a resonating block of flats. Such as the rain, the water draining through the pipes, the doors, my neighbours’ TV, children, stomping, and piano. Yes, I am fortunate. I share my living quarters with a future virtuoso. How many of you can say the same?
I say sour throat instead of sore throat.
I find it amazing when I am tired and ready to go to sleep after doing absolutely nothing.
Life is full of self medicated individuals. Their negligence makes say bungee jumping look more like what it is: safe, but stupid. I am sick with being stuck in house, but it’s winter and I am sick. The medication is getting to my head.
There is no such thing.
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